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Name: C
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: College Station
Birthday: 4/5/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: I like music, art, old movies, my digital camera, procrastinating, writing, pretending like I know how to play guitar, my dustbuster, The Daily Show, The O.C., funny people, and pretty much everything else.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
AIM:  paperbackvvriter
Member Since:
1/6/2005
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| i like ice cream. and coffee. and reading. and
spanish 4 because i have a lot less homework. and art class. and
visiting friends in College Station. and cooking.
(and burning things)
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| "Everything everybody does is so—I don't
know—not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just
so tiny and meaningless and—sad-making. And the worst part is, if
you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as
much as everybody else, only in a different way."
"I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute
nobody."
and last but not least,
"I'm just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody
else's. I'm sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something
distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It's disgusting."
Brought to you by Franny (courtesy of J.D. Salinger)
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| I don't think this summer could possibly be ANY LONGER.
I just want to go back to school...
I feel like Harry Potter.
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| Next semester's reading parties will be glorious. Just wait and
see. All are invited. Just bring a book. We'll take
turns supplying the wine.
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| When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You can't take it with you and you know that it's too worthless to be sold,
They tell you, "Time is money" as if your life was worth its weight in gold.
-Bob Dylan
I'm just frustrated that I'm not a folk singer/ social activist/
beatnik/ great writer. I'm so sick of how I live and what I
do. I want to be Bob Dylan. I want to be Dorothy Day.
I want to be Jack Kerouac.
and I'm lonely.
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